When Isabella woke the next morning she instantly knew something was wrong. Her stomach churned and she threw off her covers before falling out of her bed. Rushing as fast as she could she made it to the toilet just in time for her stomach to empty its contents. She was sick. It was the worst when she was sick as her magic was a little harder to do and maintain. Groaning she flushed the toilet and got herself cleaned up. It was still early in the morning that her dad was still there so she went to greet him. Not one of her best ideas as her and her sick body did not cooperate. Staring down at the stairs from the top they seemed to be getting longer the more she stared at them. Deciding not to greet her father she went back into the bathroom and took out two ibuprofen before heading to her room to get ready. She was beyond pissed that she was sick. It was her second day for school, which means that she could not miss it. As she moved around her room getting dressed she realized that she needed to unpack a few boxes still. Finding a random hoodie she makes her way slowly downstairs. Thankfully she didn't throw up again.

Making her way down the stairs she looked at her breakfast and decided she would just eat lunch today. Sighing she grabbed her bag and keys, making her way out the door. After making sure it was locked and the wards were up she got into her truck and started it up. Her truck stalled for a moment before roaring to life. Resting her head on the steering wheel she was starting to regret not staying home. She would have to have to deal with it when she arrives home. Lifting her head up, Isabella began her trek to school. Not that it was a long trek, but it sure felt long now that she had a cold. As she pulled into a parking spot she turned off her truck and rolled her shoulders back before heading to her first class. Everyone seemed to notice that the new girl was not the same as she was yesterday. She replied slow and seemed to sleep through her classes. By the time lunch came around the whole school seemed to know why. As Isabella was caught puking in the girls bathroom after second period.

Isabella was glad she didn't have to explain why she was slower today than yesterday but she hated people telling her that she should go home. Were they stupid? She just started school yesterday she couldn't skip any school. Sitting down next to the people from yesterday she only partially listened to the conversation. Only when it got extremely quiet she tuned realized she had started to day dream. Glancing around she noticed that all eyes were on the Cullen table and thankfully not on her. Moving her eyes over to the Cullen table she saw Rosalie was standing with her hands on the table. Her face contorted into pure rage. Letting out a sigh she stole one of Angela's fries and popped it into her mouth before standing up. In that moment all eyes moved to her as well as four golden eyes and one dark golden. Mumbling to her new friends that she would see them later she made her way back to the bathroom.

Locking herself into the stall she backed against the wall and slid down. It was comforting to feel the cold tile against her burning flesh. True that it was also cold outside but she would not go out into that cold. Rolling her shoulders she tried to get those beautiful dark golden eyes out of her head. Groaning she pressed her hand to her forehead, maybe it was time for her to go home. Narrowing her eyes at the stupid thought she carefully stands up and makes her way to her next class. As she entered her biology class she realized something, she wasn't sure how she missed it yesterday but there sitting in the seat next to hers was Edward Cullen. Her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to remember if he was there yesterday she drew up blank and decided not to dwell so much on that fact. Taking a seat next to the bronzed hair boy she noticed how he shifted away from her slightly. Biting back the groan she realized what the issue was. As her mother had put it, sometimes a human smelt so good to vampires and the human could smell so good to one vampire that the vampire would want to kill the human on the spot and in all cases the vampire would kill. A singer as her mother had put it. Drumming her fingers against the desk she contemplated if she needed to tell this coven what she was or she could dilute her sent and hopefully eluding Edward from killing her.

As the day came to an end the young witch decided that she would buy some scent maskers that hunters used. She knew that it wouldn't completely mask her scent but she hoped it would help. As soon as she was in her truck she pulled out of the parking lot and made her way home. She would go shopping tomorrow after school, but tonight she would relax and try to get over her sickness. Humming along to the song on the radio she made it home fairly quickly. After making sure her truck was locked Bella made her way up to her front door, resting her forehead and a hand on the old wood. Letting out a deep sigh she let her hand drop and unlocked the door entering into her house, locking the door behind her. Dropping her bag on the ground and kicking off her shoes she moved slowly into the kitchen to make a remedy to help clear her sickness. It was her first time making it even though she had watched her mother do it countless times she wasn't really sure what she was doing. Running her fingers through her hair she grabbed the roots and tugged a little. Maybe she should call her mother. Disregarding that thought all together she finished up her remedy and drank it in one gulp. It burned like alcohol and went down like a smoothie. Just like how her mother made it.

After washing the dishes and cleaning up her mess she sat down at the kitchen table and finished her homework right as her father came home. As the door swung open Bella gave a little jump and placed a hand on her heart. Her pencil rolled off the table. Shutting the door behind him her father hung is gun belt on the hook next to the door. Making his way into the kitchen he paused in the doorway at the site of his daughter before continuing to the fridge. Grabbing a beer he cracked it open and took a swing. After setting it down on the counter he turned to his daughter to speak with her.

"We were invited to the rez for dinner with the Blacks, but since you are sick you don't have to go," He was quick to explain how he knew at his daughters questioning stare, "I went to go back upstairs to wake you up but you were in your room, you left the Ibuprofen bottle on the bathroom counter."

"Oh, sorry about that," Came a apologetic reply.

The older man just shrugged and told her not to mention it. Letting out a light sigh Bella stood from her chair and gathered her papers.

"I think I'm gonna go to sleep," She gave him a quick hug before disappearing up the stairs with her backpack, her pencil forgotten.

Closing her door Bella groaned and rubbed her eyes. Maybe sleep was a good idea, she was just going to read, but it seemed like her body liked the first option more. Getting ready for bed she showered, brushed her teeth, and changed into pajamas. Crawling into her bed she let the darkness consume her as she was thrusted into a dreamless night.

A/N: Oh hello there, i have no excuses as to why its taking so long to update my stories. all ill say is, depression sucks man. but its a new year so hopefully shit will get lit. also if any of you are going to the forever twilight in forks event this year ill hopefully be at the event as well! if not at the event then i will definitely be in Forks that week! Anyways I love you all Read And Review and let me know what you would like to see happen! who knows maybe ill have some of your ideas in my next chapter!